Delilah's POV
"Hey mum." I tried to smile as she swung the door open.
"Delilah, wh- what are you doing here?" She asked startled and wondering why her daughter was on her doorstep at 1 in the morning.
"I was hoping to have my room back." I said concentrating on the ground.
"Of course you can." She said enveloping me in a hug.
"Where's dad?"
"Sleeping." She replied helping me in the door. "My big girls finally 18." She gushed.
"Yep, the big one eight." I replied dragging my suitcases in. "Have you not gone to bed yet?" I asked eyeing her normal day outfit and not pyjamas.
"I'm not really tired."
"Me neither." I sighed.
"Wanna tell me why your cheeks are tear stained over a bottle of Bacardi?"
"You didn't even have to ask." I grinned.
"So trouble in paradise?" She asked pouring our second drinks.
"Pretty much." I said gulping down the liquid, I could feel it burning against my throat, the more alcohol I consumed the more my head would spin.
"What happened?"
"Well, we er, we went to a club." I stuttered. "Few shots later, Harry was getting it on with some blonde chick." I finished hiccupping throughout.
"Was he drunk?"
"Yeah, well sort of, tipsy, like me." I giggled, why am I giggling? This isn't funny. "He's been acting weird recently." I added settling into a serious mode.
"Why?" She slurred.
"He's going to break up with me, I can tell." I said, the tears starting running uncontrollably down my face.
"Hey, hey, you don't need to cry over him." My mum said trying to comfort me.
"I can't help it, I thought he loved me." I wailed.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed before you flood the room." She joked helping me up.
"I'm fine mum, I'm gonna get a glass of water, you go to bed." I said wobbling on my feet.
"Okay, night." She said before wobbling out the room herself. I waited until I heard her bedroom door close, I didn't go to the kitchen to get any water, I grabbed the bottle of Bacardi of the table and crawled, literally up the stairs. I was already seeing double but the pain was still there. I reached my room and slid down the door and unscrewed the cap on the bottle without thinking about the consequences. I could hear my phone beeping, I grabbed it and slung it across the room and watched it shatter into pieces. I could have sat there all night until I realised the bottle was empty, I dropped it on the floor near my bed as I struggled over to it. It didn't smash luckily. I couldn't be bothered to find any pyjamas so I slung my dress off and snuggled under the covers, dreading the hangover tomorrow.
I could have continued to sleep all day if I wasn't woken by a rather loud disturbance downstairs.
"She won't want to see you." My mum shouted, her voice pierced my ears causing a stupid amount of pain. I threw my pillow over my head and tried to go back to sleep. "She's still sleeping!" I heard my mum shout again as footsteps proceeded towards my room. I didn't care who was on the way up, they were determined but I wasn't in the mood to see anyone, at all. I heard a voice mutter something back before there was a knock on the door.
"Go away." I mumbled into my pillow. They clearly didn't hear me, I heard the door click open and a pair of footsteps. I didn't bother to move, the bright light of the morning would only blind me.
"Delilah?" The voice asked.
"Go away Louis." I replied recognising his voice.
"No, we need to talk." He replied perching on my bed. I groaned in response and didn't move. "I'll steal your duvet." He threatened.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I spoke into my pillow.
"And why not?" I could tell he was smirking.
"Because I'm not wearing any clothes." I replied.
"Maybe I want to see that." He joked.
"Fuck off." I replied hugging the duvet tighter.
"Hey, I was joking, but please just talk to me."
"I don't wanna." I replied rolling over so I could see him now. "Fuck." I said covering my eyes.
"Hung-over I see?"
"No shit." I snapped.
"Not a happy hung over person are you?" He asked rhetorically, I murmured in response. "Did you drink all of this?" He questioned holding up the empty bottle.
"Not all of it..." I replied rubbing my throbbing head. "Why are you here Louis?"
"You do realise you had us all worried sick when we got back last night and you weren't there."
"Yeah, I can imagine all of you were worried sick." I replied drawing out the all. "How is lover boy?" I asked sitting up with the duvet still wrapped tightly around me.
"Crashed out on the sofa." He chuckled.
"Do you think he remembers anything about last night?"
"Time will only tell."
"Louis can I ask you something?"
"Sure, shoot." He grinned.
"Why do you care so much about me?" I asked nervously.
"Because..." He trailed off. "You're my best friends girlfriend, when he's around you he's the happiest I ever see him, you two complete each other and you're my best friend, you're like one of the boys."
"Why has he been acting weird lately? Why is he ignoring me?" I choked out as the tears brimmed along my waterline.
"Maybe you should ask him that yourself."
"But whenever I want to speak to him, he doesn't want to speak to me."
"It's just a phase, he'll coming running back."
"Why did he kiss another girl?"
"He was drunk."
"Being drunk is not an excuse, I'm fed of hearing he was drunk, I was hardly sober, why does he get special treatment?!" I asked raising my voice. "It was just a kiss right?" I asked a little calmer. I waited for Louis to answer but he remained. "Louis, was it just a kiss?" I demanded.
"I don't know the full story." He muttered twiddling with his thumbs.
"What happened?" I asked a lump stuck in my throat.
"He was pictured leaving the club with, well her and he appeared back about 4 this morning."
"That pretty much sums it up." I said feeling angry but I broke down in tears. "Louis what am I going to do? I love him, why doesn't he love me anymore?" I whined whilst crying into his shirt.
"You don't know he does love you." He replied trying to comfort me.
"I think that pretty much proves he doesn't." I sighed. "I want to be alone."
"You're not gonna do anything stupid are you?"
"No." I replied bluntly.
"Okay, but call me if you need anything, anything." He repeated.
"Thanks." I sniffled.
"Anytime." He smiled before leaving. I flopped back on my bed, I just want my bed to swallow me whole away from this crazy world.
"Afternoon." My mum greeted me as I finally emerged from my bedroom. "How's the head?" She asked. I gave her my usual look and she smiled at my response. "There's some advil in the cupboard." She said but I was already one step ahead of her rummaging around in the medicine cupboard. I dry swallowed the pills before putting a slice of bread in the toaster. I waited impatiently for it to pop up and coated it with butter. "I have a surprise for you." She grinned, I raised my eyebrows at her as I finished my toast. "It's out front." She said leading me to the front door. She swung the door open and hoped outside, I followed her with a lot less enthusiasm. "Surprise!" She shouted as she stood in front of a brand new Bentley Continental 6.0 GTC Convertible with a purple bow wrapped around it.
"Wh-what?" I asked shocked.
"Happy birthday, even though it was yesterday." She beamed. "Do you like it?"
"I love it." I replied hugging her.
"Good, wanna take it for a test drive?"
"Definitely." I grinned.
"Where to?" She asked buckling herself into the passenger seat.
"I need a new phone." I replied quietly.
"Why, I thought you had a phone?"
"I did, it sort of smashed." I replied.
"So clumsy." She grinned. "Shopping day it is." She added before I drove off.